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The Armoire - Chapter 5 - Republic of KriSylDarque
- Sam Darquesied
My apartment was so clean you could eat off the toilet seat! It had never been that pristine since… well ever. Sam Darquesied was visiting me! This was like a visit from the Prime Minister… no… hell, it was way better than the Prime Minister. And… he was asking me to help with a scenario, a big two day scenario for eight girls! It was something they’ve never done and I’d been asked to help come up with ideas, setup, and the actual implementation. I was so proud that he thought to ask me; that he would trust me that much. I was so excited I couldn’t sit; I just kept pacing and looking out the window.
The day before, Sam had spent a lot of time with me on the phone explaining what he was thinking of and who was involved and, most interesting, how it all came up in the first place. Apparently Alyssa had told him that some of the girls had expressed a desire for more intense sessions…
* * *
“More intense??? The last time somebody wanted more intense I ended up beating her half to death with a bullwhip! I tell you Al, I’m beginning to hate the word ‘intense’ and, if I hear the words ‘bull’ and ‘whip’ in the same sentence… well… I can’t be held responsible…”
An exasperated Alyssa said, “Tommy! For crying out loud… enough about Kristel! You know that’s not what I’m talking about!”
Tommy (Sam) sighed and didn’t answer right away. He knew she was right and that she didn’t mean the bullwhip. It had just been hard to shake the image of Kristel hanging there; her body striped with welts that he had created. Finally he said, “I’m sorry, Al, I know that’s not what you mean… it’s still on my mind a lot, that’s all. So, what do you mean?”
A sympathetic Alyssa answered, “I know it’s been bugging you but, you have to remember what you tell the girls, especially the newer ones; ‘intensity’ means different things to different people. And nobody, not even Kristel, wants to have anything to do with that whip… … Remember Isabella’s fantasy?”
“The one from her interview?” he said, “Uh… oh yeah… the pirate thing. Everyone else does it in, like two paragraphs, but hers is a freaking novel! Now that was pretty intense!”
Alyssa sat up and said, “Exactly! Remind me what she wrote… you know, just briefly.”
He thought for a moment then said, “Uh… she had tons of detail but, let’s see… she’s a stowaway on a pirate ship but she gets caught and the captain first has her bent over, spread, and tied to the railing then he tells the crew that she’s their reward for working hard. So when a crewman gets his job done he can go over and bang her any place he wants. Oh… and then the captain has her hung upside down and spread-eagled and whips the crap out of her then sticks her on the end of a rope and drags her for hours in the salt water! And that was only page one!”
Alyssa looked him in the eye and asked, “Do you think she’d actually want that to happen to her?”
“No! Of course not.”
Alyssa leans closer to him and said, “Wrong! She would love for that to happen to her. Just like in her fantasy. And, just like in her dream, when it is over, she wants it to be over.”
A very puzzled Tommy said, “Okay… remembering that I am a guy and have never once pretended to understand women… please explain it like I’m a four year old.”
Alyssa regrouped and said, “Okay… remember that wonderful ‘two guys hiking’ thing you did for me on my birthday? How you rigged up a way to hold me down and strip me and blindfold me; how you changed your voice so it sounded like two different men. It was amazing Tommy. There were times when it felt so real but… when it was over, there was just you. The other guy never existed.”
Tommy said, “Okay… so you’re saying that some of the girls want something like that… a realistic scenario within limits… but it seems pretty real at the time.”
“Exactly!” said Alyssa, “But… no rest breaks, no showers, none of that stuff until it’s over. It should go straight through the whole weekend.”
Tommy asked, “How many girls want this?”
“Over half of them but I thought we should split into groups of eight. I already have the first eight lined up,” said Alyssa.
Tommy said, “Eight??? Holy crap! That’ll be a fair bit of work and, Ill need help. Will you and Kendall…”
Alyssa interrupted, “No…! Our names are on the list. Sylvia might like to help. Why don’t you give her a call?”
* * *
And call he did so, I was nervously awaiting his arrival and thinking I must have the brain of a twelve year old for being this excited. I had run out and bought a bottle of Crown Royal, some Canada Dry ginger ale, and five of those Dutch cigars he likes… fourteen dollars each! Finally… a knock on the door. I answered it on the first knock and received a huge bear hug like he hadn’t seen me for years.
We sat and we had a drink and small talked for a few minutes then Sam got down to it, “Okay… so you get the gist of it. There’ll be eight of them and I guess it’ll be a kidnapping of sorts and it has to be pretty severe and run the entire weekend.”
I asked, “Who’s on the list?”
“Uh… Alyssa, Kendall, Teri, Malsa, Colleen, Isabella, and a couple you’ve never met. Jariyah; a gorgeous East Indian girl... about twenty five. And Hope; she’s a tiny Asian beauty… Chinese I think… around twenty two.”
“So… what’s the scenario? Will there be a prison or something?”
Sam said, “I’m not sure yet… I’m thinking maybe some Latin American revolutionaries capture them in the woods and we just bind them somehow. I’m open to any suggestions…”
I had an idea so I said, “Remember how you bound Isabella for the whip poker night? What about if we did something like that… with trees or posts maybe?”
Sam thought for a moment then, “Oh… you mean the ‘Straight Pillar’… Yeah! That would work… trees would be no good but posts would work. I can get some big posts… maybe twelve inch or so… and rent a digger. Yeah… and if we space them right we can use them for spreads too. Very good, Syl… let’s write that one down.”
“You know, Sam,” I said, “we are going to need more help.”
He answered, “Yeah, you’re right. Trouble is; everybody who normally helps is on the freaking list!”
I said, “I wonder… if Kristel would be interested?”
Sam pondered for a moment then dialed his cell phone, “… Mardi… It’s Sam… Exceptionally well, and you…? Listen, Mardi… I’m at… Oh, okay… Kristel, I’m at Sylvia’s and we are working on a big scenario… oh, Ally told you about it, did she…? Okay… around five…? Good… see you then.”
He pocketed the phone saying, “She’ll be here in an hour and she’s bringing Chinese.”
For the next half hour or so we continued to plan the basics of the scenario. Alyssa called him and said that she and Kendall would like to go to the studio and “play”. Apparently they were discussing the upcoming scenario and got a bit worked up. He asked what they had been discussing and, after a raised eyebrow or two, told her to have fun but be careful.
Sam, looking a bit incredulous, said, “Wow… Ally wasn’t real specific but… they’re expecting to be used and abused pretty good. I have to say something… for the record… I think Alyssa is wrong. In fact, I think you’re all making a mistake here. I’m doing this because you’ve all asked… but it doesn’t feel right.”
Before I could respond there was a knock at the door and we greeted Kristel bearing an inordinate amount of Chinese food and a couple of bottles of wine. We spent the next hour tearing into the food and discussing the scenario, approving some ideas and trashing others, and then Sam said, “Would you girls mind if I asked… what are your deep, dark ravagement fantasies?”
Kristel answered, “Well… mine has changed since Christmas but, before… I’m not sure if I should be telling this with Sylvia in the room… Oh, what the hell… I’m taking my employees, on a private plane, to New Zealand and, like usual, I’m acting like the diva, ordering them around and such, but then they turn on me and strip me and tie me over a seat. For the next eighteen hours they force me to blow the guys and… you know… lick the girls. They screw me, front and rear, and give me a champagne enema…”
I interrupted, “Was I there?”
Kristel said, “Oh yes… and thanks for the champagne!”
There was a moment’s pause then we all burst out laughing… and then Kristel said, “What about you Sylvia?”
I blushed a bit but I said, “Oh… mine is pretty standard, I guess. I accidentally wander into a biker bar and they take me and hold me down on the bar and tear my clothes off and they screw me… same as you, front and rear… and stick things in. The girls whip me with belts and put a leash on and make me lick boots and pleasure them…”
Kristel turned to Sam and said, “What about you, Sam… what kind of fantasies do you have?”
He laughed and said, “Oh, Kris, I’m pretty much living my fantasy!”
We continued to plan and had a pretty good, basic scenario by around midnight, then Kristel said, “What kind of ‘torture’ are you going to use?”
Sam said, “Oh… all I had in mind was floggers, crops, and some electric… cattle prod, fly swatter… that kind of thing. I’ll be the only one using some things… like the prod.”
Kristel complained, “Oh… why do you get to have all the fun?”
“Because, I know what it feels like.”
I interjected, “I know what it feels like too.”
Sam said, “Sylvia, you know what it feels like on one however; the little dial goes up to ten but, I never go higher then three.”
Kristel asked, “How do you know what it feels like?”
He answered, “I hit myself with it a couple of times. I can’t use anything on someone if I don’t know what they’re feeling. Once I hit myself with the wheel at seven and… well that was a bit of an adventure.”
I asked, “Do you use it on some of the girls regularly?”
“A few… Isabella has a weird kind of love/hate thing with it.”
Kristel asked, “What do you mean ‘love/hate’?”
Sam explained, “Isabella likes things pretty extreme and she often likes to be bound really tight; immobile… like the ‘Straight Pillar’, you know… legs closed. Anyway, when we do that she wants a hit or two with the prod… which she hates! It’s hard to explain… I usually hit on the pubes but the last time she wanted me to put it between her lips… her labia… and when I hit it she just about coughed up a lung screaming and then, immediately had a wrenching orgasm… I wasn’t even touching her! When it was over she said it was awful and that she couldn’t wait to try it again!”
Kristel said, “Too bad you don’t have one with you. I’d like to try it.”
He said, “Careful what you wish for… I bought six new ones this afternoon. There in the Yukon.”
She said, “Would you mind getting one? And maybe some ropes too?”
He looked t her for a moment then got up and went out to his truck. While he was gone, Kristel and I moved some of the furniture back so we had lots of floor space and I drew the drapes. When Sam came back in, prod, ropes, and a set of waist cuffs in hand, Kristel, standing in the middle of the room with her arms by her side, said, “Welcome back, My Master.”
Sam said, “Don’t kid around with the ‘My Master’ thing, okay? Once you go into slave mode then you’re mine and, you never know, I might be in a bad mood.”
Kristel, with her head down, said, “I understand, My Master, and I welcome any discipline that My Master deems appropriate.”
Sam motioned to me and we both sat on the sofa, “Very well. Please remove your clothing and make sure that we are entertained in the process, my little slave.”
Kristel complied and did a wonderful striptease, smoothly gyrating, touching herself, and moaning as she slowly removed her light sweater, slacks, bra, and panties. Aside from the blow job at Christmas, it was her first real ‘perfect slave’ experience, something she had craved for years.
“I apologize for touching myself, My Master, but knowing your eyes were looking at my body, made me very wet,” she said.
Sam stood up and said, “You did quite well, my little slave, now… place your hands behind your back and spread your feet to shoulder width while I inspect.”
He slowly walked around her, while gliding his hands over her shoulders, back, bum, and hips. Kristel bit her lip as he caressed her skin; every touch was arousing her… she was his. When he was in front he reached and pulled at her fairly ample pubic hair, causing her to wince a little. In the shower at the ranch, on Boxing Day, she had mentioned that she had a small phobia about trimming herself down there so she pretty much left it natural. This was hard for her… maybe harder than Sam knew.
“What is this?” he said.
“It… it is my… pubic hair… My master,” she said, visibly nervous.
Sam said, “I see… Turn around please and place your arms over your head.”
He attached the waist cuff belt around her middle then locked each wrist in place, leaving her hands securely restrained at her sides. Next he took rope then looped, and secured, several coils at her ankles as well as below and above her knees. He asked me to get a clean cloth for a gag then, after a little kiss, he inserted the cloth and secured it with some ‘bondage’ tape. He placed a small cushion on the floor then guided her down ‘til she was lying on her back with the cushion under her bum. Sam placed the cattle prod on the floor near Kristel, and then he knelt beside her and said, “Very soon now, we are going to test your response to the prod. Are you prepared for that?”
The gag made it very hard to make out but she answered, “Yes, My Master.”
As he again pulled at her pubic hair, he said, “I think you are incorrect, my little slave… This will have to go.”
Kristel lifted her head and, with the most pleading look on her face, said, “No… please, My Master… please!”
Sam leaned in and said, “Are you just toying with the idea of ‘perfect slave’? Does my little slave feel she can pick and choose what is done to her?”
With tears rolling down the side of her face, Kristel shook her head and said, “No, My Master. I am your slave and you can do with me what you please.”
She had made a great effort to be clear, in spite of the gag and her weeping. I knew that, in a way, this was almost as hard for her as the bullwhip. I realized that Sam did know what he was doing. He was again taking her to her limit and, by the end of tonight, she would be happier than ever… but the journey was going to be a little difficult for her.
Sam stood up and, out of earshot, asked me if I had a couple of new, disposable razors. I did, so he asked me to get them as well as a basin of warm water, a towel, and some lather. He asked me to put one of the razors by a small, natural stone, mood fountain I had by the couch; making sure that Kristel didn’t see. I followed his instructions then he knelt beside her and moistened, then lathered, her pubic hair. She lifted her head to watch, weeping and whimpering a little. Sam took the one razor then said, “Oh my, this is much too sharp.”
Kristel’s eyes widened and her weeping turned to sobs as she watched him drag the razor over the stone on the little fountain, all the while saying how a dull, a very dull, razor works so much better. It was difficult to watch her as she imagined how painful this was going to be.
Sam turned and, with a smile on his face, flashed the now dulled razor for her to see. She closed her eyes and lay her head back, resigned to her fate. As soon as she wasn’t looking, Sam deftly switched the implements and returned to her side carrying the sharp razor. He straddled her knees then knelt and bent in very close, using his free hand to pull the skin taut. Then he whispered, “Are you ready, my little slave?”
Kristel, with her head still back, scrunched up her face, took a deep breath and held it, and whispered, “Uh huh…”
A long “mmmmmmmmm…” was squeaking out of her as Sam started to slowly, and so very gently, shave her. Watching him do this made me wish I was in her place and I was immediately aroused. Kristel stopped whimpering when she realized the razor wasn’t dull and lifted her head to watch. The look in her eyes slowly changed, clearly indicating that this was turning her on as well. When he was done, he rinsed her and daubed her dry with the towel. The he leaned down and gently blew on her wonderfully bare pubes causing Kristel to moan and close her eyes again. I was panting a bit and hopped that Sam wouldn’t notice… although…
He slid his hand between her labia and moved close to her face, fondling her breast with his free hand, “It is very nice to touch my little slave now and I can feel that she is quite moist. Would you like me to keep touching you, my little slave?”
Kristel lifted her head and, nodding vigorously, said, “Uh Huh!”
“Even though, the moment you orgasm, you will taste the wrath of the prod, you would still like me to keep touching you?”
She lifted her head again and stared into his eyes, then meekly said, “Uh huh.”
Sam switched hands, using his left between her legs and picking up the prod with the other. It was easy to see that Kristel really wanted this orgasm but it was equally clear that she dreaded its arrival. She was getting very close and she started to cry and moan at the same time. She knew she’d have to tell him because she was a ‘perfect slave’ and her only purpose in life was to please her master.
Suddenly she scrunched her face hard and, through clenched teeth, she said, “OH MY MASTER… CHICAGO… CHICAGO…”
Sam immediately removed his hand and slid the end of the prod between her throbbing labia. She lifted her head to look, her eyes wide in absolute panic… then he touched the switch… just for a fraction of a second.
It was like everything changed to slow motion. I was expecting a scream but instead her body arched and she sucked in a huge volume of air, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…”
She started to writhe and convulse on the floor then, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee…” It was horribly loud, even with the gag, and I jumped to see if anyone had been walking by; surely they would have heard. Thankfully, the street was deserted.
Sam lifted her shoulders and hugged her close as she continued to gasp, scream, and writhe in his arms. The jolt, while very short, occurred just a couple of seconds into her climax and her body was reacting to the two extremes at the same time--enormous pleasure, and excruciating pain. I can only imagine what it must have been like.
As Kristel began to settle down Sam said, “You have done very, very well, my little slave, so I will release you now…”
She lifted her head, vigorously nodded NO, and looked over at me. Then, turning to me, Sam said, “Oh… and how is my other little slave?”
Surprised I said, “Oh… I… I’m fine, My Master.”
“Oh, are you? And yet you are still fully clothed!” he said, “Can you not tell that I am in need of relief?”
“I’m so sorry, My Master! Please forgive me!” I was naked in under a minute.
Sam stood up and motioned for me to join him in the kitchen and, after positioning me the way he wanted, he said, “Now… your poor, unfortunate slave partner cannot see what is happening here so I think it would be best if you describe, in detail, everything that occurs for the next few minutes.”
I began the play by play, “Oh… My Master has me bent, face down, over the kitchen table and has instructed me to put my hands behind my back and hold them there myself. My Master has his hand pressed into my back to hold me down and I am spread very wi… OHHhhhhhhhh… My Wonderful Master has slid himself inside me and is… Ohhh Je… My… My Master is grinding himself… into me… ohhhhhhh… and… huuuuuuh… moving in and…. huuuuuuh… and out… OHHHHGEEEZ… MY MASTER IS… huuuuuuh… RUBBING MY CLIT NOW… huuuuuuh… I’M VERY… huuuuuuh… CLOSE!
“OHHHHHMYYYYYGAAAAWD… I’M COMING… CHICAGO… CHICAGO… huuuuuuh… huuuuuuh… HE IS….OHHHHHHH… STILL… huuuuuuh… OHHHHHH… HE IS COMING TOO… OHHHHHHJESUSJESUS.
“OO… GEEZ… OO… I’M… OO… SPASMS… MASTER… OO… OO… STILL… IN AND… OO… huuuuuuh… OUT…! GEEZZZZZ!!!”
As we began to relax Sam said, “Thank you, my little slave, you did very well.”
I answered, “No… thank you, My Master… I really needed that!”
We started to laugh as Sam withdrew and tidied himself up. He walked over to Kristel, knelt and said, “Well… I’m very pleased with both my little slaves and, I am exhausted so, I am releasing you…”
Again, Kristel lifted her head and vigorously nodded NO! Sam asked me if I was able to undo the ropes by myself and I said I could so he said goodnight and went off to the spare room. I squatted down and sat beside Kristel and asked her if she was okay. She said she was.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked.
She looked at me and said, “Uh HUH!”
I smiled at her and began to… well, that’s another story.
* * *
Both Kristel and I were getting pretty nervous, sitting in the cube van and waiting for the signal. It was four o’clock in the morning and everything was set. The van was at the back step with the door open and the lights were set and ready to go. The girls were not expecting anything to start until after breakfast so this was going to be a shock to them… if it all goes as planned. Suddenly, the two-way in Kristel’s pocket crackled to life, “Are you guys set?”
She said we were and Sam said, “Okay… I’m just starting the fogger so it’ll just be a minute or two…”
A couple of minutes later we heard our signal—the in house smoke detectors—so, I hit the switch… and the lights came on and the sirens blared. We pulled down the breather masks, put on the hats and rushed into the house. The detectors were blaring and the flashing red lights in the front yard were lighting up the room. The entire front section of the house was filling with white smoke and we could hear Sam shouting at everyone to get downstairs. Kristel moved to the bottom of the stairs and as the bathrobe clad, dazed, half asleep girls came down she directed them to the back kitchen, “Quickly now… go that way… to the back… there’s too much smoke by the front!” She was shouting in as low a voice as she could muster.
I stopped them by the back door, waiting for the last to arrive. They were confused and frightened shouting, “We have to get out!” but I held them in the kitchen telling them it was safer if they all left together. Sam came down guiding Alyssa, the last of them, so, in my lowest voice, I said, “Okay… I’m going to open the door and then you all have to get out as fast as you can…! Okay… here we go!”
I opened the door and hit the second remote switch, triggering the blinding lights, as they all pushed through in a panic, “Run towards the light… quickly!!!” and they did, stumbling onto the mattresses in the back of the cube van. As Alyssa fell in, Sam and I quickly pulled the van’s cargo door closed and secured the latch. We took a moment to catch our breath then Sam said, “I can’t believe that worked!” We started to laugh… then went about cleaning up our mess.
I hit the master switch that killed all the lights and sirens; Kristel turned off the fog machine; and Sam killed the fake smoke detectors. We opened the doors and windows to clear out the fake smoke, all the while hearing pounding from the back of the cube van. Kristel and I were finally able to rid ourselves of the terribly hot, rented fire fighters suits then we all sat down at the table for a coffee and some rest.
We were quiet for a few moments then Sam raised his cup to us and said, “Outstanding work ladies… just outstanding!” We clinked cups then broke out laughing.
“Do you think they’ve figured it out by now? That it’s started?” said Kristel.
Again we laughed the Sam answered, “I should hope so but, either way, we have our shanghaied new recruits for the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque!”
We laughed some more then got changed into our camouflage outfits; pants, shirt, and hat. We then closed up the house and got into the front seat of the van. The girls were pounding on the walls and screaming incoherently as Sam picked up the microphone and hit the button, “Ladies… ladies, I suggest you get comfortable for the trip ahead.” With that he started the engine and drove all over the yard, making tight right turns then sharp left turns, attempting to disorient our passengers in the rear. We could hear them tumbling and squealing in response to the violent maneuvers. Finally he straightened the vehicle out and headed for the woods at the other end of the farm.
Everything was ready but it had been a monstrous undertaking; setting the large posts; bringing up the provisions; the equipment; the tents; the huge water tank. It took us the entire week and at the end we all agreed the Sam would have to come up with less elaborate scenarios in the future.
We pulled up near the eight posts by the camping area we had created and shut the engine off. Sam picked up the mike and said, “Ladies… you have been selected for recruitment into the Army of the Republic of KrisSylDarque…”
The girls began screaming and pounding on the walls again so Sam hit the feedback button on the mike. The sound it created was a god awful squeal that hurt our ears so it must have been unbearable in the back. He let off the button then started again, “As I was saying… Ladies, you have been selected for recruitment into the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque. We have now arrived at our training facility and your indoctrination will begin immediately… Now, listen carefully. Any disobedience, even the slightest infraction, will be dealt with very harshly. Please have one person knock twice on the wall if you understand.”
There was a short silence then two knocks on the van wall. Sam flicked a switch that turned on the overhead light in the back and motioned for us to get into position. Kristel and I put on our black hoods and moved to the back of the van as Sam spoke into the mike, “Listen carefully please… you will all move to the rear of the box, away from the door. Please knock twice when you are in position.”
At the sound of the knocks, Kristel opened the back door just enough for me to get my arm through and toss in eight large cable tie cuffs. Then we closed the door and Sam continued, “You will now disrobe completely and…”
Again there was commotion and complaining from the back so, again the feedback button was pushed. The sound was like Freddy Krueger dragging his steel claws across an endless blackboard. Quiet was restored and Sam continued, “Disrobe NOW…! And knock when you are ready. Be quick or you will suffer for it.”
About sixty seconds later we heard the knocks and Sam again addressed our captives, “Very good… now each of you will take one of the plastic hand cuffs and place them around your wrists with your hands in front. You must then pull them tight. If we find that they are not tight we will tighten them for you and your hands will become forever useless within five minutes. When all of you have secured the cuffs, move to the rear, away from the door and knock on the wall.”
When the knocks came Sam, riding crop in hand, joined us at the rear of the van then Kristel slid the door up about three feet and Sam said, “You will address me as General and my colleagues as Colonel and Lieutenant… now, one of you, just one, please come forward and exit the box.”
There was some muttering then one of them came forward and bent under the door as Sam helped her to the ground and then asked her name, “Colleen… General.” She stood, naked and shivering, and seemed genuinely afraid. Sam led her to one of the tall, twelve inch posts then stood her on a small platform with her back against the pole. He had her hold her arms straight up as he began to wrap several coils of rope around her and the post, at her armpits. He pulled the rope tight and secured it then wrapped more coils at her waist, thighs, just above her knees, just below her knees, and at her ankles. When all were tight he had her lower her arms then he cut the plastic cuff off, pulled her hands behind the post and tied them off. Next, he lifted her a bit and removed the platform causing her to moan as the ropes took her weight. Lastly, Sam inserted a cloth gag and wrapped a rope through her mouth and around the pole. He pulled it fairly tight and tied it off. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she hung there, naked and immobile, but… damn, she looked marvelous.
Each of them, in turn, was affixed to one of the posts in the same manner. Next was Jariyah, and Sam was right, she was a beautiful East Indian girl with long, long black hair and a body to die for. Apparently her name, in Arabic, means “Slave Girl”. She too was sobbing the entire time and seemed really afraid. Malsa was next, then Hope, the stunning China doll. Kendall followed and was the first who wasn’t crying and she defiantly glared at Sam while he bound her to the pole. Teri was next and she was also tearless and stone faced as she was tied to the post.
Isabella followed and, as she was being bound, muttered something which earned her a very sharp whack to her pubic bone from Sam’s crop. She swore at the hit and Sam immediately forced in one of the cloth gags then he forced a second cloth in as well. When he picked up a third cloth, Isabella tearfully begged him not to insert that one as well. He put it in his pocket and finished the ties and, when he went to put the rope through her mouth, he mercifully removed the second cloth. He then stood in front of her and applied another hard whack to the pubes. Isabella said nothing.
Lastly was Alyssa and as he led her to her post it occurred to me that he must hate doing this to her. He seemed gentler with her but he bound her as tight as the rest. Just as he finished the gag rope, she said something and he looked back at her with the saddest eyes… and struck her as he had Isabella. He had to, of course, she had no more rights then the others. It was five fifteen A.M. and the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon; Sam had secured all eight women in less than forty five minutes.
“Very good. You can rest now,” said Sam, “and we will begin the training at nine o’clock.” They were going to hang there for four hours!
Kristel took the first hour of guarding them while Sam and I went to one of the tents to rest. It had been a long, long day.
* * *
Sam was supposed to take the second hour but I took it instead. I couldn’t sleep anyway and he was exhausted, having gone to sleep the moment his head hit the pillow. For the past hour I had listened to the pilloried women moaning, crying, and sometimes screaming in frustration and discomfort. I shuddered at the thought of being in their position yet… it WAS arousing to picture myself hung on one of the posts!
I walked past the posts towards Kristel, who was sitting on a log and I could see that all had been crying at one time or another. They all were moaning and panting and Jariyah was quietly sobbing. As I reached Kristel I whispered, “How have they been?”
She whispered back, “Pretty much like you see them now… moaning; a little crying; once in a while one of them yells and pulls at the ropes. But… look at Isabella.”
We both laughed quietly looking at her hanging there, breasts jutting out, and sleeping like a baby!
Kristel continued, “It’s hard to believe that they want this… it’s hard to believe that I want this!”
Still whispering, I said, “I know! I have been constantly turned on since we started! Is there something wrong with us?”
We laughed again and then Kristel went to the tent to try and get some sleep, leaving me alone with our captives. I got up and moved to inspect them and couldn’t help but feel I was strolling through an art gallery. The first masterpiece was tiny Colleen, eyes closed and quietly panting. She looked like a little child, dusty and dirty, with little rivulets carved in the dust on her cheeks from her tears. There were also a few on her thighs which, at first, I thought were from pee but then I realized that, at some time during this ordeal, she had a small orgasm. I still can’t understand why looking at her here… is so erotic!
Beautiful, copper skinned Jariyah panted and sobbed in her bindings, through tightly closed eyes; her long, black hair matted and stuck to her shoulders. I found it difficult to keep myself from fondling her and I was beginning to pant a little myself.
Next was exotic Latina, Malsa, her eyes were wide open and staring directly across at blonde, statuesque Teri who was also wide eyed and staring back. The two stunning women looked so delectable I couldn’t stop myself from stroking Malsa’s thigh. Her body jerked a bit at my touch but she continued to stare at Teri. It was as if they were supporting each other… as long as they maintained eye contact, they’d be okay.
As I moved in front of Hope I marveled at her dark, porcelain smooth skin. I wondered if she shaved her pubic hair or was just naturally smooth. She was tiny, like Colleen, and looked every bit as much a little girl. Her eyes were closed but she was not asleep, nor was she sobbing but, clearly, she was off in a world of her own. It was getting more and more difficult to resist the urge to strip and ravage one of these women.
I turned to the other side, starting with Alyssa at the other end of the row. She looked absolutely dazzling in her bindings. Her eyes were open and I was startled a bit when she looked directly at me. Her look was not one of fear or discomfort, it was more like reassurance that I shouldn’t worry about her and that everything was okay. I was so turned on now that I reached and began to fondle her delightful breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned a little but… I knew she belonged to Sam so I stopped and moved to Isabella.
My hands seemed disappointed when I removed them from Alyssa so they almost automatically began to stroke Isabella’s glorious domes. She squirmed and moaned a bit but did not wake up but I was so terribly aroused … I needed someone… now!
I quickly moved to Kendall and immediately glommed on to her boobs. We looked into each others eyes and suddenly… a wave of power came over me. I was the one in control. I could do anything with her and she was powerless to stop me. I began to lick and suck her nipples and reached my hand down, forcing my fingers into her. Kendall’s moans only increased the fire in me and I opened my shirt and mashed my breasts into hers. I opened my legs and started to rub my crotch against her thigh, all the while I was roughly jamming my finger into her vagina and rubbing her clit with my palm. I felt her liquid cover my fingers as she climaxed and had to press my face into her shoulder to suppress the noise of my own orgasm.
Her eyes were wide and she spasmed hard in the ropes as I cruelly kept roughly manhandling her pussy. When I was satisfied I removed my hand, buttoned up my shirt, gave her nipples a harsh tweak, and walked back to my seat. I knew that sometime in the future, when I am alone with Kendall, I will pay for my cruelty but… I was smiling now!
Leaving Sam to rest, Kristel came out to relieve me around seven fifteen and asked if anything had happened. I initially said no but then I told her about my “use” of Kendall and her eyes widened. As I went back to the tent, I saw her moving towards Isabella.
I slept a little this time, awaking at about eight thirty. I woke Sam up and then went to relieve Kristel, apologizing for my tardiness. She said not to worry about it and went to make coffee. I noticed that Isabella’s boobs were essentially free from dust.
Sam came out a few minutes later and, in full view of our captives, the three of us sat at a picnic bench and enjoyed our morning coffee. He smiled and shook his head as we confessed our “indiscretions” with Kendall and Isabella and we all were astonished at the addictive nature of power over others. We finished our coffee then moved to the posts to begin today’s indoctrination.
Sam, with cattle prod in hand, stood in the centre and said, “Good morning ladies. I trust you found your new accommodations satisfactory.” There were several gag-muted comments from the captives and, possibly, some disagreement.
He continued, “Very good. Now, this morning we need to officially recruit you into the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque and there will be a brief test of your stamina.”
With that, he moved to Colleen and pressed the points of the prod to her pubes, “Now… Colleen, do you agree to become a soldier in the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque and abide by all its rules?”
Colleen’s eyes grew wide at the touch of the prod as she said, “Uh HUH… yes… YES… I AGREE!”
The cloth and rope gag made it fairly easy to understand and Sam said, “Very good… Now the stamina test…,” and he pressed the switch on the prod.
Seemingly in slow motion, just like Kristel, Colleen gasped in a huge breath, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUU…” then…, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…,” Tears began to flow and she shuddered in her bindings.
Sam said that she had done well and moved to Jariyah who was already sobbing uncontrollably. She began to whimper at the touch of the prod and, fighting against her ropes, let out a monstrous scream when he applied the “stamina test”. Leaving her to her misery he walked in front of Malsa.
She immediately agreed to join our army then clenched her teeth and every muscle in her body when she felt the prod against her pubic bone. Her efforts to prepare were useless against the shock from the prod. Like the others, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUU…” then…, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…,” and her tears flowed freely.
I felt sorry for little Hope who was literally shaking in her bindings. Hearing the shrieks of the others had her almost hysterical and, as he touched her with the prod, she shouted, “NO… NO… PLEASE DON’T… PLEASE…” We could see that Sam was reluctant to push the button but, she hadn’t used “Philadelphia” so…, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUU…” then…, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…,” Her scream was high pitched, like a little girl; it even made Sam wince.
He moved on the Kendall and asked, “Kendall, do you agree to become a soldier in the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque and abide by all its rules?”
She looked him in the eye and said, “NO!”
Without any hesitation, like he had expected that response, he hit the switch, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUU…” then…, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…,” No matter how strong you were, you could not beat that damn prod. Tears rolled down her cheek but she suppressed any outright crying. Again he asked, “Do you agree to become a soldier in the Army of the Republic of KriSylDarque and abide by all its rules?”
Again she looked him in the eye and refused and, again he hit the switch. I almost began to cry myself as she screamed for the second time; even harder than the first.
As he asked the question for the third time, she interrupted, “YES… YES… PLEASE… NO MORE!”
Kendall must have thought she had already passed the “stamina test” because her eyes widened when Sam did not withdraw the prod and she began to shout, “NO… NO… NO… IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…,” She was unable to suppress her sobbing now and it was clear to everybody that Sam was not going to let up on them this weekend. Their only way out was “Philadelphia”.
It seemed that Teri had toyed with the idea of refusal as she hesitated when Sam asked the question but, she quickly and wisely changed her mind and agreed. Like Malsa, she clenched for the prod hit but, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUU…” then…, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…,” There simply was no fighting that thing.
Sam was already shaking his head as he approached Isabella, knowing that she was going to fight. Sure enough, her response to the questions was, “SCREW YOU!” Sam wasted no time and hit the button.
Through clenched teeth she shrieked, “SHEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!!!” She was trying to fight him in the only way she had available… not screaming outright. With all the defiance she could muster, she took two more but finally gave in as he touched the device to her pubes for the fourth time. The “stamina test” forced her to scream, and sob, like the others.
Almost everyone became silent as Sam moved in front of Alyssa. I truly believe that she would have been defiant if it had been someone else but, she agreed to the recruitment demand immediately, sparing him the need to force her to comply. He pulled the switch quickly to get the “stamina test” over with and, like the others, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUU…” then…, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…,” It must have torn his heart out.
Sam went back to the picnic bench for another coffee and motioned for Kristel and me to follow. He recapped the next bit in which the captives are to be tested for their oral sex ability and that we would be taking them down from the posts and re-rig them in waist cuffs and ankle cuffs. Once we’re sure that we were all on the same page we returned to the posts and Sam said, “I am sure that you would all like to remain on the poles but we must move on. When you are released you will step down and turn, facing the post with your hands clasped behind your head until told otherwise. If you offer any resistance whatsoever, you will be severely beaten with a whip. Do you all understand?”
They all said they understood so we moved to Colleen and Sam had her ropes undone in seconds. She stepped off the platform and turned with her hands behind her head as instructed, allowing Kristel and me to quickly apply the cuffs. Once her wrists were secured at her sides in the waist cuffs she was told to kneel, then we moved to the others. In short order all eight were kneeling facing their posts, hands locked by their sides and ankle cuffs in place.
The General then ordered every other girl to rise and move to the centre of the post area and remain standing. He then commanded Colleen to kneel in front of Alyssa; Malsa in front of Hope; Kendall in front of Teri; and Isabella in front of Jariyah. It didn’t take a genius to see what was going to happen next.
The General ordered the women standing to spread their legs as wide as possible and once they complied he said, “Those of you kneeling must now pleasure your standing partner using only your mouth and tongue. You must bring your partner to orgasm within five minutes. If you fail to produce the orgasm, both you and your partner will be whipped. Do you understand?”
They all “reluctantly” agreed but Jariyah was sobbing a bit. Sam then said, “You may start… now!”
The kneeling girls moved in and their partners, except Jariyah, moved their hips to greet them. It was quite a sight; four beautiful women with their faces buried in the crotches of four other beautiful women. The collective panting was making me wet and I could see that Kristel was getting pretty excited as well. Little China doll Hope had her head back and was gyrating into Malsa’s face. Teri was equally enraptured as Kendall expertly feasted on her vulva. Colleen lived for this kind of thing and an appreciative Alyssa was pretty close to erupting. Then we heard, “Philadelphia!” It was Jariyah.
Sam ordered everyone to stop but had to physically pull Isabella back. He helped Jariyah stand up straight and asked Kristel to take her to the large tent saying he would be with them shortly. He then turned to Isabella and had her get up and stand between the first and second posts. He attached her left wrist cuff to the first post using one of the double sets of bungees we had prepared earlier, then he attached her other wrist to the second post. As he moved to affix her left ankle, Isabella said, “NO… NO… IT’S NOT FAIR… I DIDN’T GET FIVE MINUTES!”
It was odd to hear Isabella beg for mercy but it was falling on deaf ears as she was now stretched between the posts in a wide, hanging spread-eagle. When Kristel returned Sam ordered all the girls to kneel and asked her to guard them while he and I went to the tent.
As we entered Jariyah said, “I’m really sorry, Sam, I thought I could deal with this… I’m so sorry. I’m usually alone with you and… being naked in front of all… and Isabella touching me… I wish I had volunteered to help… like her.”
She pointed to me when she said that and Sam looked at me as well then said, “Really… you’d be okay as a guard?”
She answered, “Oh yes! I wouldn’t want to do any… sex stuff… but I can wield a whip pretty good and… I don’t get the chance to be the boss very often.”
Sam looked at me and said, “Why don’t you go talk to Kristel and, if either one of you wants to switch places with Jariyah… well… that person should return to the tent.”
I walked to the picnic bench and waved Kristel over. I was aroused the moment Sam suggested the switch but I knew Kristel would be eager as well. As she approached I thought how weird it was that we were both so enthusiastic to be “used and abused”.
Kristel and I discussed it but she graciously yielded the opportunity to me. I could have argued more I guess but… I was getting wet just talking about it so I thanked her and hurried back to the tent.
Back in the tent I removed the camos and handed them to Jariyah while Sam helped me get into the cuffs. Once my wrists were secured at my side he told me to return to the group and kneel with them. Jariyah was just going to have to play it by ear.
I walked towards the group then ran as Kristel sternly ordered me to hurry it up. She grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me towards the girls then forced me to kneel. A couple of minutes later Sam came out with Jariyah, who was now wearing the camouflage outfit and the black hood. He went to Isabella and released her, saying she was lucky that he was in a good mood and was giving her a second chance. He then ordered all of us to resume our positions so I took the place of Jariyah, standing, legs spread wide, in front of Isabella. When the command was given, Isabella dove into my vagina with her tongue like I was going to be her last meal. I heaved my hips against her as she sucked, and licked, and drove her tongue into me like the head of an angry snake.
I could here the others moaning and saw Alyssa gyrating hard into Colleen’s face then, one by one, we started to pop. Alyssa was first and, by the sound of it, it was a rip tide event. I was next and as my insides convulsed I stepped forward to drive my vulva into Isabella as hard as I could. Hope screamed as her vagina conceded to Malsa’s enthusiastic tongue work and lastly, Teri softly, and gratefully, moaned in appreciation of Kendall’s expert manipulations. The four of us were panting and sweating like rock stars when The General ordered us to switch positions.
Ten minutes later the other four were now gasping and slick skinned and a quick glance at Kristel showed she was in need of some relief herself.
Sam then ordered us all to kneel in a line again and said, “Lieutenant (Jariyah), please guard the recruits while the Colonel (Kristel) and I interview a couple of them personally.” He pointed to Isabella and Kristel eagerly took her arm and led her to the guard’s tent while Sam took Alyssa to his tent. Just before Sam closed the tent flap, I caught a glimpse of her lying on the cot, her arms fixed to her hips, legs spread, hanging over the sides. A few minutes later her telltale, “OHHHH… SAMMYSAMMY…GEEEEEZZZZZ!” gave away the outcome of her interview.
* * *
For the most of the day we were forced to work without food, just a little water once in a while. Sam had used a backhoe to dig two huge holes, maybe eight feet in diameter and four or five feet deep. One was empty and the other was filled with… cow manure, WET cow manure! All our cuffs were removed and then we had to stand in the manure hole and use our hands to throw the vile contents to the other. When I came up with this idea at our meeting last week, it certainly never occurred to me that I would end up knee deep in the cow shit. We were miserable; tired, hungry, covered in manure, and stinking to high heaven… and we had all, literally, asked for this!
We finished our chore around five and then, standing and still covered in dung, we were allowed a bowl of oatmeal and some water. After our “meal” we were led, one by one, back to the empty hole then we were told to step into the hole and relieve ourselves. Our “guard” turned her back on us which afforded a small degree of privacy but, it was the most disgusting, demeaning thing any of us had ever done and most of us wept as we squatted, peed, and crapped, then covered our effluent with handfuls of dirt… we were not allowed to wipe.
The one bright spot was Isabella who, as she squatted and emptied her bowels, decided a play by play description was in order, “Ohhh… yes! That’s better than sex! Whiewww… that’s pretty ripe…what is that? Oh… I bet it’s that huge, polish sausage I had yesterday!” Even the “guards” were unable to keep a straight face.
Subsequently, we were ordered to stand side by side in a line, bend over, and use our hands to spread our bum cheeks. Jariyah and Kristel then used hoses to clean us with powerful streams of ice cold water. We were then told to stand and turn as they hosed us down completely, gave us bars of soap, and ordered to wash each other. Once thoroughly lathered up we were again subjected to the freezing spray as our two “guards” rinsed us off. We were then told to line up in a row in the middle of the camp with our feet apart and our hands behind our heads. We all stood there shivering but it was so good to be clean.
We were made to stand there for almost an hour, until Sam arrived back from a trip to the house for some supplies. He and the two “guards” talked for a bit then he came over to us and said. “I have been told that your work today was satisfactory and that you have enjoyed a sumptuous meal.”
Some began to verbally disagree with his assessment prompting him to shout, “SILENCE! You will speak only when asked to do so! Now… I feel you all need a reminder that this is not a vacation so… move a little further apart and place your hands behind you back, wrists crossed.”
Silently, we did as we were told and the two “guards” quickly secured our wrists with plastic cuffs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them all go to the table and return with leather cat-o-nine-tails floggers.
Sam continued, “Now… you will all bend forward at the waist until you back is parallel with the ground and remain that way until told otherwise. If, for some reason you fall or are forced forward, you will have five seconds to compose yourself and return to your position, or face severe consequences.”
I was third from the left and could see Kristel move in behind Colleen who was second from the left. As we bent into position I noticed Sam move in behind Alyssa at the far left. They both screamed out, “OWWWW…HOWWW…” at the first lash but, at the far right of the line, Kendall shrieked a god awful, “IEEEEEEEEE…” as Jariyah struck her with a full overhand blow. Sam immediately stopped everything and took Jariyah aside. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but it was clear that he was admonishing her. He returned to Alyssa and told the “guards” to back away until he was done.
Sam laid four quick lashes on Alyssa’s bottom and she howled, “OWWWWWW…” with each hit. She was crying as the lash peeled across her bottom for the fifth time and then the sixth strike caused her knees to buckle and she fell to the ground. She was sobbing hard but, as Sam counted backwards from five, she got herself up and back into position. He delivered three more uppercuts then stopped and moved back. She had received a total of ten strokes, all to her bum and her weeping was scaring the crap out of me.
Kristel moved back behind Colleen and the first lash triggered her sobs and a high pitched, screeching, “OWWWWWW…” Each subsequent scream was louder and higher pitched than the one before but she took all ten without losing her footing. It was clear that Jariyah was no longer participating and Sam and Kristel were alternating so I expected him to come to me next but instead he skipped over and stood behind Isabella to my right.
Her emanations ranged from, “SON OF A BITCH!” at the beginning to “MOTHERRRRFUCKERRRR!” at the end, with no tears and her feet never moved. Sam told her she was to receive two additional strokes for swearing and must take them without uttering a sound. She took the first one silently but let out a little “unnnnn…” with the second. This earned her a third and, somehow, she suppressed any sound. She was panting like a rabid dog which only added to my dread as Kristel moved in behind me.
I shuddered as she said, “I seem to remember that you used one of these on me at Christmas… is that correct recruit?”
“Yyyyes… Colonel,” I said as I felt my self beginning to shake.
“You whipped me very hard, didn’t you?” she added.
“Yyyyes… Colonel,” I answered. My knees were getting weak as I recalled the pain when Sam tested it on my forearm and I began to sob.
Kristel delivered hard, rapid downward blows to my butt cheeks, “OWWWWWWWW…PLEEZZZ…” I collapsed to the ground on the fourth strike and she immediately started to count. I was blubbering like a baby as I forced myself back up and into position. Wasting no time she delivered the remaining six lashes, all to my ass. I managed to stay on my feet but I had never felt such pain. My bum hurt so, so much and I was light headed from my own wailing.
The two of them alternated their way down the line leaving a sea of blubbering in their wake but when they got to Kendall Sam did not whip her. He stood her up and, despite her protest, led her to the large tent. As she passed we could see two bleeding stripes running the length of her bum.
The rest of us were told to stand up and move to a large picnic bench. We were then ordered to stand with our backs to the benches but not sit so we just stood there and winced as our stinging bums throbbed in the cool evening air.
The large tent was set up for people who “Philadelphia-ed” out. It was equipped with four top quality air beds and a day shower, as well as bathrobes, lotions, towels, and other luxury items. Sam had obviously taken her there to minister to her cuts and, although she hadn’t “Philadelphia-ed”, I wondered if she would return.
Sam returned in a few minutes, without Kendall, and told the “guards” to cut off our plastic cuffs then he said, “In a moment, once the benches are prepared, you will place your hands behind your heads then sit. Once seated you will securely attach wrist and ankle cuffs, in preparation for tonight’s accommodation… Guards, please prepare the benches.”
Jariyah and Kristel took two large bottles of white vinegar, popped the tops, and drenched the benches with the contents. I knew many of the things that were going to be done to us but I didn’t remember this and I hoped that it was a trick; that the bottles were actually full of water however; the distinct, acidic odour killed that notion.
The “guards” handed us each a set of wrist and ankle cuffs and a couple of the girls began to sob in anticipation of what was to come… then Sam simply said, “Sit.”
Hesitantly, we all lowered our rears onto the soaked benches and, “OHHHHHH… GAWWWWD” It was as though I had sat on a mound of red hot fire ants, all of whom immediately burrowed into my cheeks and were eating their way out. All of us were wiggling our bums on the bench and moaning and crying. Then, from behind me… “I’M SORRY… I’M SORRY… I’M SORRY SAM… PHILADELPHIA!”
Hope immediately stood up and, as Sam started to take her to the tent, he said, “The quicker you get the cuffs on… you can stand once they are on.”
The rest of us tried to ignore our searing, agonized asses and get those freaking cuffs on but, the pain was causing us to shake, making it very difficult. After a minute or so… “Unnnnnnnnnnn… PHILADELPHIA!” and Colleen stood up.
Sam came out quickly and as he led her to the tent, Colleen kept apologizing, saying, “I’m so sorry, Sam… I’m so sorry.”
Alyssa got her cuffs installed first and stood up, emitting a huge sigh of relief. Isabella was next, then Teri, then me, and finally, Malsa. Our asses were still on fire but it was bliss compared to sitting in the vinegar and we all giggled a little at each others discomfort.
When Sam came back out he told our “guards” to take the remaining girls, except me, to the post area. He then clipped my wrist cuffs behind my back and ordered me to go to his tent and kneel in the corner until further notice.
As I knelt and stared at the featureless canvas tent wall I pondered the day’s events. How I had changed from captor to captive… eagerly. The manure; the humiliating toilet experience; the vinegar… all of it. Why was I doing this? Why had I been in a constant state of arousal since I got naked? Why did I understand the reason that the two girls apologized to Sam for opting out? We all had this inexplicable need to take us much as we could; to endure as much pain as possible… to please him! The absurdity was that he was not about that at all, and we all knew it.
After about fifteen minutes Jariyah came in and sat on the cot. She ordered me to turn and face her but to remain on my knees and look at the floor. She remained silent until Sam arrived, sat beside her and said, “I need to talk to y…”
Jariyah immediately started to weep and said, “I’m sorry, Sam… I thought I could do this… I thought this scenario would be the opportunity…”
Sam said, “Jariyah, you never have to prove anything to me or anybody else. This is not a test of endurance or anything like that. It is something that some, not all, of the girls wanted to try. You saw yourself, two other girls pulled out same as you.”
She answered, “It’s not that Sam… I… I see how nice it is when the other girls let you touch them and… do things to them. I know how nice it is when the girls get touched be other girls… I’ve always wanted to experience… to be that free…”
Sam interrupted, “And you thought this scenario would force you to let them touch you?”
Still sobbing, she replied, “Yes! But I just couldn’t… what Isabella was doing felt really nice but… And I was mad at myself… and I hit Kendall… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
Sam said, “You’re apologizing to the wrong person… but I’m going to ask you to trust me…”
“I do trust you Sam…”
He continued, “No… I mean really trust me. I need you to trust me more that you ever have, for just a little while… Will you do that for me?”
She stopped her crying and said, “Yes, I will.”
He continued, “Good. I’m going out for a couple of minutes and in the meantime I would like you to disrobe and sit on the cot ‘til I get back. Will you do that?”
Hesitantly she said, “Okkkkay…”
He turned to me and said, “You no longer need to look at the floor.”
I said, “Thankyou, General.”
Sam smiled at me then went out and Jariyah stood, looked at me for a moment, then turned and began to remove her clothes. Once naked she sat silently on the cot, her naturally bronze skin glistening in the lantern light.
Sam returned carrying a few six foot lengths of hemp rope and, without saying a word; he secured an end of a rope to each of her ankles and wrists. He made loops in the ankle ropes then had her lie back in the cot and placed a rolled up sleeping bag under the small of her back. Lastly he took the ropes from her wrists, under the cot, and threaded them through the loops in the opposite ankle ropes. He pulled them tighter and tighter until Jariyah moaned then he tied them off. She was now securely bound, with her back arched over the sleeping bag and her legs spread wide by the cot. Her feet and hands had disappeared under the bed.
Sam then stood up, opened the tent flap, and ushered Kendall inside. She was cuffed with her hands behind like me and she immediately went to the foot of the cot and knelt. Sam whispered something to Kendall then knelt beside the cot with his head close to Jariyah’s and began to lightly rub her tummy. He leaned in close and whispered, “Jariyah, close your eyes now and try not to think about who is touching you or even the touching itself… concentrate on the sensations.” He nodded to Kendall and she leaned in and began to softly blow on Jariyah’s vulva, while he moved his hand up and, using only his fingertips, lightly skimmed over her breast and nipple.
Continuing to whisper, Sam said, “You are floating now, Jariyah, in warm, empty air but, can you see, Jariyah… the very air itself is beginning to merge and become visible, like blue and white wisps of smoke. See it begin to move towards you, like it has been waiting for you for an eternity. It’s beginning to coil itself around you now, and caress you.” He nodded again and Kendall began to, ever so lightly, inch her lips along Jariyah’s labia and clit.
Her eyes were still closed and she was panting softly as Sam continued, “See the air, Jariyah, see it entwine with you… so soft and warm… encircling you… touching every part of you…” Her panting increased and Sam nodded once more to Kendall who immediately used her tongue to lightly paint Jariyah’s labia; softly up and down and back up the middle.
“See, Jariyah? You are becoming like the air… allowing it to go through you… it is so soft… so warm… it moves up your legs and into you…” Kendall softly pushed her tongue deep between Jariyah’s labia, moving it across her vagina to her clit.
Jariyah started to moan and gyrate against Kendall as Sam continued, “More and more soft, warm air is joining in now… all the air wants is you Jariyah, only you… it flows through you and over you… over your legs… over your body… over your lips…”
She was gyrating and panting quite hard, moaning, “Yes… yes… it’s so warm…”
Both Sam and Kendall knew she was close so Kendall increased her action between Jariyah’s legs while Sam whispered, “Let the air take you now, Jariyah… give yourself to the air… the air loves you and needs you so bad, Jariyah… blend yourself with the air… become part of the air…”
“YES…UNNNNNNNNNNNNNN…” The orgasm lifted her back off the sleeping bag as her rigid body arched as much as the ropes would allow. It was not a violent climax but more like a giant hand had taken her up and carried her to a wonderful place.
As the storm began to ebb, Kendall eased off and began to gently kiss her swollen labia. Sam just held her head against his as let her come down at her own speed. She started to weep again but it was different… it was the joy of having experienced something she had dreamt of but never thought would be possible.
And I had just witnessed a woman being made love to… by the wind!
Sam kissed her on the forehead, quickly undid her bindings, then stood up, came over to me, and helped me stand. Then he said, “We’ll leave you two alone now because I know that you have things to talk about. When you’re done, Jariyah, please bring Kendall to the post area.”
Sam took me out and over to the post where Alyssa and Isabella were kneeling, cuffed like me, facing their respective posts. Teri and Malsa were already mounted in the position that Ally and I were about to endure. He had me kneel then took Alyssa, unclipped her hands, and proceeded to attach her cuffs to the posts, using one set of the double bungees, leaving her spread-eagled. Sam took a squeeze bottle and sprayed her chest and abdomen with massage oil. He then had me stand, sprayed me with the oil, unclipped my hands, and affixed my cuffs to the other bungee set, leaving Ally and me nose to nose, our bodies pressed together, with her oily boobs crammed against mine. He then took some large bondage belts, wrapped one around our backs just under our armpits, and pulled it tight, mashing our boobs into each other. He also wound belts around our waists and thighs which pressed our pubic bones into one another. I could feel her lungs expand and contract against me and we had to be careful not to bang heads.
Jariyah returned with Kendall and Sam bound her and Isabella together in the same fashion then he and Kristel returned to their tents leaving Jariyah to guard us. My shoulders and hips were already beginning to ache. It was around ten o’clock and… it was going to be long night.
Alyssa whispered to me, “Are you okay?”
I whispered back, “Yeah, I guess… my joints are aching already and I’m so tired. How about you?”
She answered, “Yeah… me too… but I’m worried about Sammy. I never realized how much work this was going to be for him. He looks exhausted… I keep forgetting he’s fifty eight.”
I said, “I’m so tired, Ally…” and she suggested that way lay our heads beside each other and try to sleep. We did and Alyssa fell asleep almost immediately and I finally nodded of a little later but it was a restless sleep because I knew what was coming.
We were awakened about an hour later by sharp stings between our legs. Sam then showed us a double ball gag and motioned for us to open our mouths. The gag looked like a small dumbbell, with two balls joined by a short, rubber bar. Each ball had Velcro straps that were wrapped around the back of our heads. Any movement from my head caused hers to follow and vice versa but, at least we wouldn’t bump together.
Sam positioned himself beneath us and started a steady, back and forth, whipping stroke against our wide open and defenseless vaginas. We were staring into each others eyes and hers opened wide as the pain, and inevitable arousal, caused us to moan and pull on the bungees. Her slicked breasts and belly rubbed against mine which aroused us even more and I found myself grinding my pubes against hers. The lash was rhythmic and relentless and we both blew almost simultaneously, trying to shout “Chicago” into that awful gag which caused us to pull violently at each others heads. Sam slowed and lightened his strokes as our climaxes waned until; finally, he stopped and stood up. He felt between our legs to ensure that neither of us had faked it then, satisfied, he returned to his tent, leaving us panting and dripping. I knew that this was going to happen every hour for the entire night.
That dreadful gag made it difficult to sleep and the best we could do was short naps. Our midnight tormentor was Jariyah and it was obvious that Sam had instructed her because her whipping was very similar to his. Alyssa came about thirty seconds before me so she had to suffer through my writhing and violent head jerking. I kept shouting “I’M SORRY… I’M SORRY!”
Every hour we were forced to orgasm by a different tormentor. Sometimes we would come together; sometimes her first; sometimes me. I was exhausted and every joint in my body was screaming for mercy. The fitful naps were making me delirious and my vision was getting fuzzy but around four A.M. I thought I saw that Teri and Malsa were gone.
As the dull grey light of early morning began to move across the camp I saw Sam standing beside us. He gently nudged Alyssa awake and said, “You are the only ones left. Do either one of you have anything you want to say?”
I could see that others were indeed gone and that Alyssa and I were alone on the posts. Her mournfully weary eyes gazed into mine… then she lowered her eyelids and said, “Uh uh.”
Every fibre of my being was begging me to give up but, I couldn’t betray Alyssa so, I echoed, “Uh uh.”
Sam moved to our side and then… our eyes snapped wide open as the twirling feather tip touched our armpits. Expertly, he moved the feathers down our sides and we immediately started to writhe and gyrate, trying to pull ourselves free of the bungees. The gag caused our heads to fight for supremacy, hers jerking and pulling me and mine doing the same. The feather never stopped, moving up the inside of our thighs then down our other legs. It was like I had three people inside me; one screaming; one crying; and one laughing hysterically. I could see tears streaming down Alyssa’s cheeks as Sam moved the feathers between our legs.
He whirled the tips on the edges of our vaginas and our bodies thrashed against each other, both of us sobbing like newborns. The feathers danced over our labia and clits then back to our vaginas. Sam inserted the fine tip inside us and twirled it around until… we both blew and, for me, it was a most tortuous orgasm. My body recoiled against it… it was worse then pain. Alyssa’s eyes were scrunched closed and her head shook violently, pulling hard on the gag. We began to ebb but Sam wouldn’t stop and I began to scream at him, “STOP SAM… PLEASE… YOU’RE KILLING ME… STOP… PHILADELPHIA… PHILADELPHIA!”
Instantly the feathers were removed and Sam called Kristel over to help get me down. She and Jariyah, supporting most of my weight, escorted me to the tent, leaving Sam alone with Alyssa, still bound to the posts.
Once in the tent, Colleen and Hope helped me take a quick shower and applied some soothing lotion. They helped me into a bathrobe then sat me on one of the airbeds. Isabella had her head through the tent flap watching what was going on at the posts.
Teri asked, “What are they doing?”
Isabella answered, “Sam’s got his head against hers and I guess they’re just taking… ope… he’s taking her down now.”
We all got up and poked our heads out to watch. Sam had freed her ankles and, when he freed her wrists, she fell into his arms like a boneless jellyfish. He picked her up like she was weightless and carried her to his tent. We moved away from the door and Isabella said, “Well… we won’t see them for a couple of hours so I’m going to bed.”
We all agreed and as we started to move to the beds, Kristel asked Jariyah, “So what happened in Sam’s tent last night?”
Jariyah smiled, took her hand, and said, “Perhaps a demonstration would explain it better.” And the two of them left for the guard’s tent.
Colleen and Hope had doubled up in one of the airbeds, as had Teri and Malsa. Isabella was already asleep by herself so Kendall and I slid into the last bed. Many thoughts raced through my mind as I eased my head into the pillow.
All of us, except Alyssa, had “Phillied-out” with more than a day to go. Was it more than we bargained for? Well… yes; it was one thing to fantasize about torture but it was another to actually experience it… even in this relatively “safe” environment.
Would we do it again? Probably, but some adjustments would have to be made. And… what about Alyssa? How far would she have gone? I shuddered when I realized that she would have taken anything Sam had dished out… anything at all! She was obsessed with the notion that she had to give him something that he would never ask of her. She needed an event like Kristel’s bullwhip session, although the bullwhip was not the answer.
And then there was Sam. He had done all of it to accommodate us but he hadn’t liked any of it and I was sure that he felt he had misjudged what we truly wanted. He had always wanted it to be fun and pleasurable for us and we could see that he felt he had failed.
My train of thought was interrupted when Kendall propped herself up on her elbow, leaned over me and said, “Well… you lasted longer than any of us… I think you deserve a little pampering.”
As her lips pressed into mine and her hand massaged my breasts, I found it very difficult to disagree with her logic.
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